Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Brooklyn

I gasp and push the door shut and then bolt-bolt-from the hallway.

I've always been fast, but now, panic moves me faster than I thought I could go.

I scramble up the stairs, sprint across the kitchen, pull open the kitchen door and then use the banister to propel myself up the main stairs two steps at a time.

Aden is a monster! He's an actual psychopath!

Of course, I had already made this assessment-in jail when I'd interviewed him. Then again when he kidnapped me. But now?

Seeing it play out like that right in front of my face, the truth feels like it has hit home inside of me.

I reach the top of the stairs and throw myself towards my room, my fingers inches from my doorknob, when something grabs me around my waist, hauling me back against a solid body—

"Please! No!"

I scramble, shrieking, trying to get free, but Aden holds me fast. He grabs me by the hair at the base of my neck, forcing my head back, my face turned up towards his.

I pant in his arms, pinned against him, finally still.

you to do, Brooklyn?"

I gasp, remembering my rationale for being there.

me," he says. He doesn't care about

pressing me backwards, my feet working to keep

my bedroom press into my

room. I work hard to align this beautiful,

the monster

against the

his body pressed against mine. I blink up at him, realizing that he's completely calm. That he's

eyes, as they stare down into mine, start to have a calming effect. The Mafia King may have rejected

so strongly I could almost

evenly. I look

to stroke slowly at the base of

my eyes from him as he brings his face close

work?" he

lip starts to tremble. I see him look down at

they're

I shake my head

mouth close to my ear, the stubble of his jaw brushing against my

punished,"

breath matching up with my pounding heart, my chest pressing

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